28/31 His bullet scattered dust and gravel at Duane's feet. He fell loosely, without contortion. He went forward and held his gun ready for the slightest movement on the part of Bain. But Bain lay upon his back, and all that moved were his breast and his eyes. How strangely the red had left his face--and also the distortion! The devil that had showed in Bain was gone. |